Sherlock shook his head. "I'm not. What would be the point of such a joke?" He glanced down at himself. He didn't care that she didn't approve. He could be wearing worse. Most people here did.
His eyes narrowed as he listened to her. "Yes? Go on," he said eagerly, his brain racing as he put together all the information. Oh, it was such a rush to have something to focus on, something to think about.